Part Two

"Roy, get your useless ass in here, goddammit!"

Roy slouched into the living room, bowl of chili in hand, chewing. "Y'wansumthin?"

""How about an explanation?" Ollie was holding a letter in his hand, or at least that's what it looked like. There were a few other papers on the hall table, along with the other, unopened, mail but his source of annoyance was clearly whatever the hell it was he was holding.

"Explain what?"

"Who this girl I've never heard of you seem to have knocked up."

That got Roy's attention, not that he'd admit it. As casually as possible he took the offending page and skimmed through it then looked at the other sheets that had apparently come with the cover page. Picking up the half finished bowl he started out, back to the kitchen. "It's bullshit, don't worry about it."

"'You sure?"

"Yes."

Ollie considered for a moment the nodded. "Well, good. Look, I've got a date with Dinah, 'be back late so don't wait up."

"'Kay." Finally going into the kitchen for seconds on the chili Roy showed no reaction to the letter and waited ten minutes until Ollie was safely out the door and likely gone at least til morning before going to take a closer look. Reality being what it was it seemed a good idea to check and see if this might actually hold water or not.

The picture didn't look like anyone he'd ever met, the pregnancy test looked real but that didn't mean anything.

But, never say never, right? "I doubt it but you never know...maybe." So since Ollie was gone it might not be a bad idea to see what he could find out about the girl. The fact that he didn't remember her didn't really mean anything. Hell's bells—he didn't remember lots of things. So, making a mental note of the return address he printed out directions on the computer, surprised to see the place was in one of the tonier suburbs of Gotham.

Well, whatever. He hung there sometimes. It could happen, right?

Katherine Walker. No, didn't ring a bell but that didn't mean anything either. Searching his memory he tried to come up with a time and place where he—or rather Speedy—could have hooked up with her.

Gotham, so it probably involved Grayson.

Okay, Grayson and Gotham maybe four or five months ago. That would have been when the Titans had managed to stop Cheshire from poisoning the Gotham Reservoir—a much harder gig than they'd thought it would be. Though the girl was hot and there was no two ways about that but this Katherine chick, no. Not even close and even if he were desperate he couldn't see himself hooking up with her, no matter how high or drunk he was.

No way, no how. It was a scam.

Probably.

* * *

"Wallace, don't tell me that you're going out again."

"I won't be long, Mom. I just have to get a book from the library. I have that history paper due this week."

"Well, please don't be late. I swear, you don't get enough sleep to keep cat alive."

"Don't cats sleep like twenty hours a day?"

"Don't be fresh, young man."

"Sorry. I won't be late, I promise." Changing into his Kid Flash costume at super speed as he turned the corner at the end of the walk and took off for New York as fast as he could—which is saying a lot. The letter was sitting addressed to Kid Flash, c/o the Central City PD was picked up for him by his Uncle Barry then turn over a few minutes ago.

Cripes, he'd never, ever done anything like that with a girl but he knew no one would believe it and then there'd be a major mess needing to be cleaned up and fast.

And his parents could never find out. Ever.

Even if it was, as Roy would say, BS, they couldn't know he'd been dragged into something as gross as this. Getting a girl pregnant while he was still in high school?

Just—God. He'd never, ever; he just wouldn't.

He had to think. Think. He couldn't tell Uncle Barry because then he'd tell his parents and that couldn't happen. He could call...he could call...of course; he couldn't call anyone. Doubling his speed he shifted his direction away from New York to Gotham. Dick would know what to do.

Dick was always calm. Dick always had a plan. Dick would keep his mouth shut.

He had to talk to Dick.

Now.

* * *

"Forgive me, your Majesty, but I've received troubling news from our ambassador in Washington regarding Prince Garth."

"What's is it this time?" Clearly his Majesty held his Heir Apparent in less than stellar regard.

"He's received a communication from a young lady, a surfacer who seems to have become pregnant and is claiming that His Highness is the responsible party."

King Orin stared the submissive man into further submission through sheer dint of his expression. "A surface, that's the best he can do? Pathetic."

Well, sir, His Excellency feels that this needs to be confirmed or denied with some assurance of accuracy."

"And?"

"And he feels that, as King, it might be preferable if you were the one to discuss something of this delicacy with Hid Highness."

Orin resumed his stare.

"...Please, Your Majesty. The ambassador is concerned about adverse publicity interferring with the treaty negotiations."

"Where is he?"

"The ambassador?"

"Idiot."

The man wasn't sure who the idiot was the King was talking about, him or the Prince but did his best. "His Excellency is in Washington, sir."

Glare of death. "Garth."

"I believe that he's in that headquarters he shares with his Titan friends."

Orin glanced at the phone, the messenger immediately got the young Prince on the line and handed the device to the King. "If this is true I'll eviserate you, is that understood?"

"Huh? Arthur, wha? What are you talking about?" Garth sounded like he'd just been woken from a deep sleep.

"Call Sismond in Washington now and give him your excuses—and if the report I just received is true I will be severely displeased." He cut the connection, leaving Garth to wonder what the hell was going on as he dutifully dialed the Embassy's number.

* * *

"So, Dick, you know anything about this? I mean, seriously it's a little suspicious that we've all been targeted at the same time. I can see me getting some girl pregnant but you're so anal that you'd probably wear three condoms and make sure she was on the pill and then sign yourself up for a vasectomy."

"Roy..."

"And Garth. C'mon, the only girl he's ever touched is Tula and ever since she died the most he's done is play with himself, I'd stake my life on it. Of course, I've heard that dolphins can get pretty horny and I suspect that he might be..."

"Roy, shut up and for once in your life think, okay? All four of us were targeted, but why us and why now? Why not just you or me? And Garth; seriously, no one knows anything about Garth's private life or even anything about the sex-lives of the Atlanteans. For all most people know they swim upstream and spawn then die."

"...They don't?"

"Roy, shut up. It's probably just a blckmail thing—that would make the most sense."

"Yeah, but if this goes public, we're screwed." Roy picked an apple from the centerpiece in the Manor's kitchen. "Or not screwed. We'll have all the cons without the pros.

TBC